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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll try to give you a few seconds warning if it happens.

Where are you?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

This is why I love you. [He's drunk.]

I'm at...here. [x,y]

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

You're drunk.

[But he's restless and hates feeling cooped up. It wasn't sociability so much as distraction. Vaguest curiosity. So he actually shows up not too long after.]

...You're still drunk.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Me? Yeah. It sticks around a while.

[Especially since he's, well, still drinking.

He tugs on Kurotsuchi, and given that he's got superhuman strength it's more like a yank. A yank from ten men at once.]

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[The yank catches him off guard. And off balance, considering the force, since despite being a shinigami, physical strength wasn't really something Kurotsuchi had.

Half-stumbling onto Horst triggers rather undignified flailing as he attempts to simultaneously right himself and push himself away.]

What the hell are you doing-

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[And he's just laaaughing]

Do shinigami drink? Here, Herr Doctor, a vodka cruiser just for you.

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[This is totally why he doesn't hang out with drunks. Have a very irritable glare as he finally gets himself reorganized, smoothing the haori out before settling down.]

Some of them do. I doubt I want to know what floor you scraped that off of.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Cheerfully] You really don't. Now come on, take a sip. We're celebrating our own sanity.

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

What benefit is there to dulling my senses? And I don't think you have anything left to celebrate.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I have plenty.

[He takes a healthy gulp] I'm celebrating alcohol right now.

Heard from Yuca yet?

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

I can see that. [Mild disgust.]

And no- not yet.

[Which was something of a concern, but hell if he was going to admit that.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

He'll be fine. [As if convincing himself.]

Let's go find him.

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Possibly. Depends on how affected he is. [Realistic.]

I could find him at any time, Horst.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

That's creepy, Kurotsuchi. [A pause, and a laugh] But so could I, so I suppose we're even.

Christ. I wonder if he's still mad at me?

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Almost protests that simple tracking kidou hardly qualified as 'creepy', and almost asks what sort of ability Horst had that allowed him to track people himself, but files it away as something to ask while he's sober.]

What did you do?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Ich weiß nicht.

['I don't know'. But the fight was enough to warrant several more swallows of liquor]

You're fairly nice for a shinigami. Why is that?

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't understand German, so he just frowns.]

That's not an answer. And really? I don't think I've ever heard that before.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Well, most of my own friends wouldn't ask about a fight with Yuca. But here you are.

[After a moment that other question trickles back. He did answer, dammit.]

I don't know why he's mad. Think he's upset I came back.

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

I didn't know that qualifies as 'nice.'

[Pauses, glancing sideways at him.]

Really? I thought you got along well enough.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He looks at Kurotsuchi and stubbornly hands him a bottle. You don't talk about 'issues' without being drunk; it's a man code.]

We do. Usually. I love the smarmy bastard, so we ought to.

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Takes it with an internal sigh, and an external eyeroll, but doesn't drink.]

So what's different? You died, but it's not like it matters here. Lose something interesting?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't you be in a better position to tell me? Nothing feels different to me, and Yuca doesn't have much answer when I ask.

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Has to stop to consider.]

...Something is different, yes. I'm unsure what it is- I didn't exactly make a habit of tracking your moods.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

No, but you did work with my soul. Presumably they took something from it, since that was what was intruding on them, right?

[He may be a drunk and a manslut, but he is fairly scientific...now. He hadn't been when he first arrived.]

Anyway, I ought to apologize again. I'd just prefer to know what it is that's making things so bloody fucked between us first.

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Sometimes they take physical things - limbs, abilities, something like that. Sometimes they take memories. Maybe part of your history changed, or you've forgotten it. ...You do sound a little more logical now, though it might just be coincidence.

Of course, I still have all my records of your soul as it was before. I can easily take you apart again to see if there's a difference there. If it has anything to do with your problems with Yuca, I don't know.